Standing in front of a mirror, Bennett flicks her finger, and her hair turns short. She picks up the blue formal coat she's wearing and walks out of the bathroom.
"Lily, go and call Liona here."
"Yes, young master." Lily bows and walks out of the room.
Bennett sighs, sits on her couch, and picks up her black sword, beginning to sharpen it.
Creak, creak, crea...
She stops sharpening the Sword with the magic stone, as the door opens and an old lady enters. Bennett puts her sword back and leans against the couch.
"Head maid, please take a seat, and Lily, leave us alone for a moment."
The head maid walks over and sits across from her elegantly, adjusting her glasses.
"So, is there a problem with your magic, you yourself call me young master?"
A tiny smile curls on Bennett's lips, and she shakes her head.
"No, Liona, I called you here to discuss something. You know I turned five this year."
